Fourth Prompt
Just Desserts
Disclaimer: I don't own Persona 3 as it is copy right of Atlus.
WARNING: This story is lemon flavored!
oOoOoOo
‘So... is the cake done? Really...’ Mitsuru thought with a small sigh, picking up the fallen bowl of frosting, finding Koromaru had practically licked it clean. Good thing the frosting wasn’t chocolate this time. Akihiko stood at the sink, helping her wash the cooking utensils since it was partially his fault they had fallen to the floor. An awkward tension was between both of them as they quietly cleaned the kitchen, only broken by the occasional running water from the sink.
As Mitsuru began to clean the mixing bowl, Akihiko took the chance to finally speak up.
“How did the cake come out?”
She stopped scrubbing and looked back at him, tilting her head, “I... don’t know actually. It’s sitting in the oven still... Don’t worry, I turned it off so I could make the frosting...”
He looked over at the oven, curious.
The scrubbing continued as he approached the oven, cracking the door open to see what was inside. Sitting in a small pan, the cake Mitsuru had been baking remained untouched.
“… Need help making more frosting?” he asked finally, closing the oven door. She shook her head, “I had too much in the bowl earlier… so the rest is in the fridge…”
Akihiko looked over to the fridge and stood up. A smirk appeared on his face, but Mitsuru was preoccupied with the remaining dishes.
She heard the fridge door open and close, feeling his presence as he approached with the extra frosting, placing it on the counter. Not thinking much about it, she just dried her hands, moving over to the counter.
That’s when he struck.
As Mitsuru approached the counter to pick up the extra bowl, Akihiko pinned her against the counter top, his arms wrapping around her waist. She moved sharply, shocked, but it just allowed him access to her neck which he took instantly. “A-Ah!” she moaned, holding the counter top tightly. She felt his lips curl into a smirk against her neck as he continued to nip, his hands quickly opening and pulling her blouse down to her elbows. She swore she heard a few buttons clink against the ground.
“Akihiko…!” she started to protest, but he turned her around, his arms on both sides, pinning her against the counter as he caught her lips now. Their lips parted as he moved closer to her, pressing against her as his hands snaked around her back, unclasping her bra quickly. The frigid air made goose bumps rise as the garment fell away. Akihiko captured her lips, one of his hands straying away as his other kneaded her left breast, causing her to gasp against his lips. She shivered as something cool was placed on her chest, trailing to her right breast.
He pulled away and looked down, as did she. Akihiko had trailed some frosting on her skin, stopping just before her nipple. He dipped his head, his tongue following the trail, licking both sweet coating and plump skin underneath. Mitsuru shuttered, refusing to make a sound, but moved back, closing her eyes so he could continue.
She would definitely have to make more frosting after this as he took more of the white spread and circled it around her nipple. She shivered, moaning as his tongue followed the trail, arching her back so her soft mound was pressed against his lips. He grinned, suckling harder as she gasped, tossing her head back and smiling. She almost jumped as he picked her up and placed her on the counter, kissing her fiercely.
His hand disappeared under her skirt, stroking her moisten entrance blocked by the silky threads of her panties. She parted her legs slightly, looking at him with an odd, seductive gaze, her eyes half-closed and a smile still on her lips as an urge for him to continue. He chuckled lightly and busied his hand, earning a tearing noise. She looked at him, alarmed now, “Did you just…!?”
Indeed, Akihiko had just destroyed her panties, but he just pressed forward, picking up more frosting and spreading it on her moistened spot. It was enough to get her to stop hissing at him. He grinned, looking at her reddened face before lowering his head, revealing her wet entrance with his fingers, and licked. She mewled sharply, shaking uncontrollably at the feeling, “O-Oh…!”
The frosting was gone but still, his tongue struck forth, licking her own sweet nectar, and plunging into her warmth for a quick tease. A small cry reached his ears and he grinned, pulling away, a trail of saliva between them. His silver eyes flickered as his hand pulled away, watching as more of her nectar pooled at her center and spilled down, dripping onto her skirt. “Don’t tell me you already came,” he chuckled, his hand reaching for the frosting and picking some more up. Mitsuru shook her head, her back now pressed against the wall, “N-No I didn’t… I-It’s just… AAH!”
Akihiko grinned, plunging two of his fingers in deeper, wriggling them slightly. She covered her mouth, stifling a scream, bucking as he placed more frosting on her clit with his free hand. He pulled his fingers out and lowered his head, thrusting his tongue in. Mitsuru clutched his hair tightly, pushing him closer. Akihiko chuckled slightly, flicking his tongue over her clit and getting rid of the frosting. He licked her slit up once before nibbling on the sensitive nub, one of his hands fondling her breast.
“A-Ah! Akihiko, please…!” she cried, but stopped as his fingers returned, prodding her gently and plunging in and out at a quickened pace. She whimpered, biting her lip but then gasped, her inner walls clenching his fingers tightly as she came. He withdrew his fingers, watching as more of her warm, overflowing essence spilled onto the counter now. Her chest rose and fell as she panted; cheeks as bright as her hair, her body shaking as she collected herself.
Akihiko smiled, leaning over her shaken form and kissed her softly, caressing her cheek. Mitsuru was unresponsive for a moment, but slowly started to return the kiss, fingers touching and slowly removing his red vest. He helped her slide it off, followed by his shirt, their lips still locked. She grasped his pants, but his hand stopped her. Mitsuru looked at him, confused, but he just looked back, “Are you ready?”
“… Actually…” she said after a pause, making his breath catch in his throat. She got off the counter, standing before him. She smiled, moving past him and crawled onto her hands and knees. “The floor is easier to clean… you know that…” she purred, looking back at him, moving her hips slightly. Akihiko felt his member throb in his pants at the sight and smiled back. He moved behind her and unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down. He placed a hand on her hip as he got into position, prodding her slick entrance with his tip.
He leaned over her back, kissing her neck, causing her to look back towards him and capture his lips. In one, swift move, Akihiko pushed himself in. Instantly, Mitsuru’s eyes shut tightly, her sharp gasp lost in his mouth and she didn’t move. He didn’t move as well, concerned at that moment. Had he hurt her? But then, an electrifying sensation caught him off guard. She had moved her hips back to sheath him completely, causing him to groan.
That was all he needed to know.
Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, his hands holding her hips as he started gaining momentum. She panted, arching her back with his motions, gripping the tiles under her fingers. It was an electrifying feeling racing between both of them with each motion. He slapped her hip and she yelped, startled at his boldness. Then again, she wasn’t about to stop him.
“Harder!” she cried, resting against the chilled tiles, her nipples hardening from the cold. His arms wrapped around her as he sped up, pinching and teasing her hardened buds, pushing himself deeper into her warmth. She bit her lip and suddenly, he paused again. Mitsuru looked back at Akihiko, crying out in alarm as her grabbed her thighs and pulled her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hot breath against her skin as she started moving up and down, riding against his hips. She tilted her head and, without hesitance, his teeth started nibbling on her sensitive skin. Both of them were slick with sweat, but both were holding out, trying to outlast each other.
“Mhmmm! A-Akihiko…!” she gasped, feeling her body closing quickly. He just grunted, gritting his teeth, a fine sheet of sweat on his brow. She looked up at him, panting and he captured her lips just in time for her to scream and him, groan loudly as her walls clamped down tightly on his member. His warm seed filled her and dripped onto the tiles, mixed with her orgasm as well. He slid her off, holding her close as they collected themselves, her hair tickling his chin as she nuzzled against his chest. Lowering his head, he nibbled her neck again, leaving a small, red mark. She closed her eyes, smiling and panting all the same.
Tap, tap, tap!
“Akihiko-senpai! Mitsuru-senpai! Is the cake almost done? Junpei’s getting really annoying waiting for that thing!” Yukari called, causing both of them to look up sharply. Mitsuru grabbed her skirt, “I-In a second! We need to make frosting!”
“Oh! Well, I’ll tell him!”
Footsteps retreated from the door.
“I think we made enough ‘frosting’,” Akihiko whispered in a low, husky tone, kissing her cheek. Mitsuru smacked his shoulder playfully, “You’ll have to wait to make ‘more’ Akihiko… we need to finish the cake before everyone starts complaining and get Aigis to break the door down…”
Disclaimer: I don't own Persona 3 as it is copy right of Atlus.
WARNING: This story is lemon flavored!
oOoOoOo
‘So... is the cake done? Really...’ Mitsuru thought with a small sigh, picking up the fallen bowl of frosting, finding Koromaru had practically licked it clean. Good thing the frosting wasn’t chocolate this time. Akihiko stood at the sink, helping her wash the cooking utensils since it was partially his fault they had fallen to the floor. An awkward tension was between both of them as they quietly cleaned the kitchen, only broken by the occasional running water from the sink.
As Mitsuru began to clean the mixing bowl, Akihiko took the chance to finally speak up.
“How did the cake come out?”
She stopped scrubbing and looked back at him, tilting her head, “I... don’t know actually. It’s sitting in the oven still... Don’t worry, I turned it off so I could make the frosting...”
He looked over at the oven, curious.
The scrubbing continued as he approached the oven, cracking the door open to see what was inside. Sitting in a small pan, the cake Mitsuru had been baking remained untouched.
“… Need help making more frosting?” he asked finally, closing the oven door. She shook her head, “I had too much in the bowl earlier… so the rest is in the fridge…”
Akihiko looked over to the fridge and stood up. A smirk appeared on his face, but Mitsuru was preoccupied with the remaining dishes.
She heard the fridge door open and close, feeling his presence as he approached with the extra frosting, placing it on the counter. Not thinking much about it, she just dried her hands, moving over to the counter.
That’s when he struck.
As Mitsuru approached the counter to pick up the extra bowl, Akihiko pinned her against the counter top, his arms wrapping around her waist. She moved sharply, shocked, but it just allowed him access to her neck which he took instantly. “A-Ah!” she moaned, holding the counter top tightly. She felt his lips curl into a smirk against her neck as he continued to nip, his hands quickly opening and pulling her blouse down to her elbows. She swore she heard a few buttons clink against the ground.
“Akihiko…!” she started to protest, but he turned her around, his arms on both sides, pinning her against the counter as he caught her lips now. Their lips parted as he moved closer to her, pressing against her as his hands snaked around her back, unclasping her bra quickly. The frigid air made goose bumps rise as the garment fell away. Akihiko captured her lips, one of his hands straying away as his other kneaded her left breast, causing her to gasp against his lips. She shivered as something cool was placed on her chest, trailing to her right breast.
He pulled away and looked down, as did she. Akihiko had trailed some frosting on her skin, stopping just before her nipple. He dipped his head, his tongue following the trail, licking both sweet coating and plump skin underneath. Mitsuru shuttered, refusing to make a sound, but moved back, closing her eyes so he could continue.
She would definitely have to make more frosting after this as he took more of the white spread and circled it around her nipple. She shivered, moaning as his tongue followed the trail, arching her back so her soft mound was pressed against his lips. He grinned, suckling harder as she gasped, tossing her head back and smiling. She almost jumped as he picked her up and placed her on the counter, kissing her fiercely.
His hand disappeared under her skirt, stroking her moisten entrance blocked by the silky threads of her panties. She parted her legs slightly, looking at him with an odd, seductive gaze, her eyes half-closed and a smile still on her lips as an urge for him to continue. He chuckled lightly and busied his hand, earning a tearing noise. She looked at him, alarmed now, “Did you just…!?”
Indeed, Akihiko had just destroyed her panties, but he just pressed forward, picking up more frosting and spreading it on her moistened spot. It was enough to get her to stop hissing at him. He grinned, looking at her reddened face before lowering his head, revealing her wet entrance with his fingers, and licked. She mewled sharply, shaking uncontrollably at the feeling, “O-Oh…!”
The frosting was gone but still, his tongue struck forth, licking her own sweet nectar, and plunging into her warmth for a quick tease. A small cry reached his ears and he grinned, pulling away, a trail of saliva between them. His silver eyes flickered as his hand pulled away, watching as more of her nectar pooled at her center and spilled down, dripping onto her skirt. “Don’t tell me you already came,” he chuckled, his hand reaching for the frosting and picking some more up. Mitsuru shook her head, her back now pressed against the wall, “N-No I didn’t… I-It’s just… AAH!”
Akihiko grinned, plunging two of his fingers in deeper, wriggling them slightly. She covered her mouth, stifling a scream, bucking as he placed more frosting on her clit with his free hand. He pulled his fingers out and lowered his head, thrusting his tongue in. Mitsuru clutched his hair tightly, pushing him closer. Akihiko chuckled slightly, flicking his tongue over her clit and getting rid of the frosting. He licked her slit up once before nibbling on the sensitive nub, one of his hands fondling her breast.
“A-Ah! Akihiko, please…!” she cried, but stopped as his fingers returned, prodding her gently and plunging in and out at a quickened pace. She whimpered, biting her lip but then gasped, her inner walls clenching his fingers tightly as she came. He withdrew his fingers, watching as more of her warm, overflowing essence spilled onto the counter now. Her chest rose and fell as she panted; cheeks as bright as her hair, her body shaking as she collected herself.
Akihiko smiled, leaning over her shaken form and kissed her softly, caressing her cheek. Mitsuru was unresponsive for a moment, but slowly started to return the kiss, fingers touching and slowly removing his red vest. He helped her slide it off, followed by his shirt, their lips still locked. She grasped his pants, but his hand stopped her. Mitsuru looked at him, confused, but he just looked back, “Are you ready?”
“… Actually…” she said after a pause, making his breath catch in his throat. She got off the counter, standing before him. She smiled, moving past him and crawled onto her hands and knees. “The floor is easier to clean… you know that…” she purred, looking back at him, moving her hips slightly. Akihiko felt his member throb in his pants at the sight and smiled back. He moved behind her and unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down. He placed a hand on her hip as he got into position, prodding her slick entrance with his tip.
He leaned over her back, kissing her neck, causing her to look back towards him and capture his lips. In one, swift move, Akihiko pushed himself in. Instantly, Mitsuru’s eyes shut tightly, her sharp gasp lost in his mouth and she didn’t move. He didn’t move as well, concerned at that moment. Had he hurt her? But then, an electrifying sensation caught him off guard. She had moved her hips back to sheath him completely, causing him to groan.
That was all he needed to know.
Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, his hands holding her hips as he started gaining momentum. She panted, arching her back with his motions, gripping the tiles under her fingers. It was an electrifying feeling racing between both of them with each motion. He slapped her hip and she yelped, startled at his boldness. Then again, she wasn’t about to stop him.
“Harder!” she cried, resting against the chilled tiles, her nipples hardening from the cold. His arms wrapped around her as he sped up, pinching and teasing her hardened buds, pushing himself deeper into her warmth. She bit her lip and suddenly, he paused again. Mitsuru looked back at Akihiko, crying out in alarm as her grabbed her thighs and pulled her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hot breath against her skin as she started moving up and down, riding against his hips. She tilted her head and, without hesitance, his teeth started nibbling on her sensitive skin. Both of them were slick with sweat, but both were holding out, trying to outlast each other.
“Mhmmm! A-Akihiko…!” she gasped, feeling her body closing quickly. He just grunted, gritting his teeth, a fine sheet of sweat on his brow. She looked up at him, panting and he captured her lips just in time for her to scream and him, groan loudly as her walls clamped down tightly on his member. His warm seed filled her and dripped onto the tiles, mixed with her orgasm as well. He slid her off, holding her close as they collected themselves, her hair tickling his chin as she nuzzled against his chest. Lowering his head, he nibbled her neck again, leaving a small, red mark. She closed her eyes, smiling and panting all the same.
Tap, tap, tap!
“Akihiko-senpai! Mitsuru-senpai! Is the cake almost done? Junpei’s getting really annoying waiting for that thing!” Yukari called, causing both of them to look up sharply. Mitsuru grabbed her skirt, “I-In a second! We need to make frosting!”
“Oh! Well, I’ll tell him!”
Footsteps retreated from the door.
“I think we made enough ‘frosting’,” Akihiko whispered in a low, husky tone, kissing her cheek. Mitsuru smacked his shoulder playfully, “You’ll have to wait to make ‘more’ Akihiko… we need to finish the cake before everyone starts complaining and get Aigis to break the door down…”